Sunday, February 15, 2009

Moose hunt on the mountain (with a camera, that is)

I went up the mountain with Gunhild yesterday. We were looking for some meese that hang out up there. The last time Gunhild was snow-shoeing up there, a moose blocked her path just 20 feet in front of her. It didn't even move until it was ready. So, she had the exciting chance to watch it up close for a long time.

It's been awhile since I've been up on the mountain. Mostly because of my gimpy ankle. We climbed up, ran the ridges, and descended on the snowy, sometimes ice-packed trail. My weak ankles needed the rehabilitation training.

It was spectacular. We were dusted with glistening snow flakes and the snow was like a blanket of peace. Very nice.

Of course, Steely was in heaven too.

We'll go back soon to look for the moose again. I'll let you know if we see him.

About Me

I am an ultra runner, physician and have been medical director of some of the toughest ultras. I tend to be a mover and a shaker and louder than my size suggests. However, my Gemini twin is gentler and contemplative, an artist, a writer, and a poet. I am a dog lover, a believer in souls, and have a special affinity for those who struggle because I have been there.

This is my crazy lovable huggable Weimaraner, Steely Dan. I call him Steely. He left us in January of this year at only 6 years from lymphoma that did not respond to chemotherapy treatments. Steely was a total goof. He loved trail running, road running, treadmill running, new experiences, making eye contact, sleeping on his back, me, kids, and liver treats. He was Zappa's best friend. We miss him dearly.

This is Stella. A rescue from the shelter. She's about 6 months old and a Border Collie. She is a joyous bundle of energy and curiosity and now also Zappa best friend. She will make a nice running partner when she grows up.

This is the now the big brother of my family - a rescued Greyhound. His name is Frank Zappa. I call him Zappa. He's 7 years old and has learned all about life beyond the track and crate from Steely when he was with us. It was very rewarding to watch his personality bloom as he settled into the family. And yes, he runs like the wind!

This is Natasha, my dearest friend. She was with me through college, medical school, residency, and she moved with me from Chicago to Spokane several years ago. She was my best running partner for 10 years. My sweet Natasha died from bone cancer in 2006. I miss her still. I hung a windchimes over the deck outside. When it chimes, I smile and think she has finally -- wherever she is now -- caught a squirrel!